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[knights_quill]

[[Fakir sits on the edge of the fountain in the Wonderland District. He has his book in his lap, a quill tip in his hand, and...a massive amount of little yellow ducks surrounding him. On his head, perched on his shoulders, sprawled out over his book on his lap and climbing on top of the surface of the fountain edge. They quack incessantly and

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[sansfear]

[another bird joins fakir's flock, but it sure as hell ain't a duck. it's bigger and...derpier...and a helluva lot noisier.

but it will happily flap over and inhale some bread, thank you!]

<3333! It's all good! [Action]

[knights_quill]

--The hell?

[[Fakir instantly lurches to his feet, grabbing his book and his quill tip, dropping the bread as the rest of the ducks quack with shock.]]

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[sansfear]

[moving for mr. bird's sake? why, thank you! it caws, proceeding to try and shovel crumbs up with its big, clumsy bill.]

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[knights_quill]

[[That caw sends shivers down his spine. Like...a goddamn crow.

He takes a step back, the ducks flocking around him.]]

Tch. Damn bird.

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[sansfear]

[a couple minutes of food-scooping failure...it actually starts shedding a couple tears. no good luck anywhere!

its head swivels up and completely around at the sound of a rhythmic clacking, puffing up and flapping to the air. it glides low and somehow manages a little grace and poise to perch on the approaching man's shoulder. said man just keeps moving like that was the most normal thing in the universe.]

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[knights_quill]

[[...What the hell is up with this weird bird thing.

Nonetheless, Fakir never lets his guard down, and he stiffens at the sight of an approaching figure. The owner of the bird, he assumes.

The yellow ducks quack curiously, but never leave Fakir's side.]]

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[sansfear]

[space bird, fakir. feel free to be jealous.

harlock's appearance is a touch on the uh. intimidating side, what with all the black and red and skulls, but his stride is devoid of villainous swagger. he slows on approach - tiny animals around, must not inadvertently step on.

the bird's neck stretches out in fakir's direction and squawks as...cheerfully as an obnoxious noise can be before withdrawing. harlock's hand lifts to its beak to hush it, diverting attention from the animals to fakir with a quiet, appraising gaze.]

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[knights_quill]

[[Space bird is a weird bird.

Fakir meets the figure's gaze with his own, hard stare. There is nothing immediately threatening, but Fakir can't help but be on edge with just the mere presence and appearance.]]

What.

[[He doesn't have the patience to just accept being stared at.]]

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[sansfear]

[harlock's mouth tugs the vaguest of vague smiles for a second. there's a familiar demeanor. the hand on mr. bird's beak holds firm as it tries to fidget and make more noise. hush, animal.]

How much does this one owe your brood? [his head tilts down with his glance to the ducks at fakir's feet.]

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[knights_quill]

[[Fakir doesn't relax for even a moment.]]

They're not mine.

[[That's all he says on the subject. Never mind the fact that they seem to be sticking to him like glue anyway.

His grip around his book tightens.]]

If that bird is yours, keep a better eye on it.

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[sansfear]

He belongs to himself. [simply put because it's simply true. at that, the hand drops and mr. bird is free to make more annoying noise before flapping up and away to a higher perch. not a lot of fun trees to hang out in while in space, yanno.

he starts pulling a glove off as he approaches the fountain, pausing for a thoughtful moment (because the water is like skittles okay) before sending his hand under the spray.]

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[knights_quill]

[[The more time passes, the less this man seems dangerous and more...odd.

He stiffens when the glove comes off, but adjusts his grip on his book as the ducks flutter closer to the figure. Fakir doesn't even acknowledge that weird bird flying off.]]

Who are you.

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[sansfear]

[he pulls his hand out and...welp. normal-looking water on skin. fine. both gloves get set lightly on the dry rim of the fountain so that his hands can get cleaned off a bit. he tilts his head down at one of the ducks closest to his feet...and smiles a little.

the reply is to fakir, sans eye contact:] Harlock.

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[knights_quill]

[["Harlock"?

Fakir raises an eyebrow as he watches from a few feet away. The ducks flutter up and into the fountain, ducking beneath the surface and quacking contentedly.]]

Hn.

[[He steps up closer, almost as if trying to see if the ducks were safe in there.]]

Whether that bird is yours or not, it seems to listen to you.

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[sansfear]

Now and then. [he lets his hand hang low for a moment for a curious duck before it went to paddle off with its kin. harlock's head turns to look over at fakir.] As friends do.

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[knights_quill]

[[...Well, Fakir can understand that at least.

Idly, he steps closer to sprinkle some more bread crumbs along the edge of the fountain.]]

Is that a friend from home or did you meet him here?